Name: Loctius
Age: 19
Nameday: 3557.03.10
Sex: [Trans]Male
Sexual Orientation: Never put that much thought to it. Maybe if someone liked him enough one day he’d think more critically about it.
Craft: N/A
Rank: Candidate
Location: Western Weyr
Physical Description: Loctius takes after his mother Nona in the worst of ways (in his mind). He wears a tight fitting shirt over his heavy chest to keep it flat, with looser one’s over top to help make an illusion of planes instead of curves at his hips. He prefers dark, earthy colors and comfortable feeling fabric. Heavy boots especially are his favorite, as he never quite has gotten very tall. His dark, curly hair grows quickly constantly needing to shave his head to keep from being too unruly. His skin umber colored, showing a smattering of freckles on his face when he’s gotten a lot of sun. Freckles particularly show up on his forehead and under his gray eyes.
Loctius is so incredibly self conscious of his appearance. At a tender age he gained a very solid grasp of his identity with affirming clothing and hair cuts tightly under his control. Still he worries that he never quite looks masculine enough. That is a spottily applied veneer that might crack when he lets his guard down. When he’s particularly bothered Loctius likes to rub a bit of ash on his chin to make it look darker
as it should be and his eyebrows to look heavier. It never looks very nice, but in the privacy of his own company who cares! It makes him happy.
He can’t help but to carry himself a little rigidly - it looks silly on a child of Nona. Nona who is so full of fluid grace and music. Loctius can be found jiggling his leg quickly or tapping his foot. Wanting to
move but never wanting to look too silly or ( or forbid it) flirting. Instead he intentionally squares his shoulders, makes his throat sore lowering his voice, and walks with a wide stance. All are layers that he wraps around his identity to feel comfortable in his skin.
Personality: Loctius is without a doubt
Loud. He has the honking laugh that shakes him to his core when he finds something funny. He finds a
lot of things funny. He’s not one for being the butt of a joke, or to always be cracking off oneliners - but Loctius adores having a good time. If he can’t be found look for a loud gathering packed full of people. He’s probably talking to someone he’s never met before that night, an arm over their shoulder and greeting them like an old friend. They’ll both be laughing and having a grand time of things, even if they’d never meet again after.
Loctius is happiest when he is with his friends. He’s bored easily when he’s alone and can’t seem to get anything done when he’s sitting in the “boring and quiet”. For his studies he got most of his work done sitting in the kitchens listening to food getting made and chattering. Loctius loves keeping his momentum - keeping himself busy with this back to back before finally settling down with a good book or drink at the end of a long day. Something about it helps him sleep better at night and keeps his spirits lifted.
Certainly not the first one in his situation, but he is remarkably fearful of being “not enough” of a man. He tries terribly hard to mimic those he admires. With their wide stances and pitched voices, but he can only do so much. Only ever can do so much. Would his friends love him the same if he simply stopped one day? Or became ill and those sort of things were no longer a priority? It needles at him far more than he would like. Logically, he knows that his friends - his family love and support him no matter where life takes him. Anxiety subscribes to no logic, and enjoys keeping him up at night over such matters. He keeps his grin plastered on and hopes no one but himself can see through to those cracks.
It’s made him incredibly warmhearted. He isn’t one to pass judgement on others, hating if it would ever be passed on himself. Loctius greets others with friendliness no matter what sort of reputation may proceed them. It might be dangerous in some scenario - but it hasn’t happened to him yet. Hopefully he’ll continue to be. Loctius would be the Volunteering in the Infirmary sort, if the idea of bodily gunk didn’t make him shudder! He does however lend a hand when he sees someone might be in need of a strong set of shoulders. His mama taught him better than that.
Loctius has a long fuse. Not many things get under his skin (except for himself). He doesn’t snap aggressively when he’s pushed, even when he has to firmly hold his ground over something. When something does finally make that long fuse light, it takes an eternity for him to calm down again. Raising his voice too many octaves to yell, everything short of throwing objects over his head. These sort of instances are very few and far inbetween, and he must feel absolutely threatened or cornered in same way. Or be fearful for someone he cares for. He’ll be grinding his teeth over it for days, snapping at everyone and everything. Loctius feels so unlike himself in these instances, so outside of his tightly wound control that he will actually shut himself off from others.
Sometimes in spite of his warm - his friendliness - he can’t help but push others way. Loctius doesn’t think too hard on why, but perhaps if he did he’d find it would be he’s still afraid others might not accept him. That others might find him good enough, friendly enough and maybe he’s just not good enough to be their friend to begin with.
These funks happen on rare occasion, isolating himself when really he just needs the normalcy and a good friend to talk to. He always eventually finds his way out of this darkness with the hand of his family, or tightly clutching his firelizard Capek through it.
He has quite a love of clayshaping. Loctius has gotten quite good at making clay figurines and considers it a bit of a talent. Sometimes he'll make little ones of fire lizards to give away, some of new hatchlings. It's fun and there is such an appeal about turning the clay into whatever he hands wish at the moment.
Positive Trait List Jovial, Communicative, Warm-hearted,
Negative Trait List Fake-it-til-you-make, Fearful, Selfconsious
History: Loctius was born Lalyrel - a healthy and for all appearances a bouncing baby girl to Nona after one of her gold’s Flights. They were raised with their siblings and foster siblings in the care of their mother who refused to have the creche raise them. School was fun for socializing - but the learning stuff was boring. As a child they required a tutor, but nevertheless excelled in their lessons with a bit more practice. Shoxiel, his foster brother, in particular was their best friend growing up. Thick as thieves - if there was ever a broken plate or vase in Nona’s home it certainly had them at the bottom of it! A pair of squabbling firelizards? Must be theirs.
Was Lalyrel ever Loctius’ name? With a supportive Mother like Nona the name is truly dead on their families lips. She had no patience for those who could not be bothered to pronounce a new name for the sake of keeping her child happy. The name Loctius was suggested by his mother’s gold Shalbyath, gently piecing together just why their child didn’t seem the happiest they could be - when Lalyrel started feeling “yucky” to be addressed as such.
It was a bit of a turning point as a child, that a new name could just happen! Be picked! Rather than quietly suffer through a name they did not like and “girl games” that brought him to tears for reasons that could not quite explain with a child’s vocabulary. The name Loctius became a small symbol of joy.
Loctius
blossomed knowing his Mother, his family was supportive. Not batting an eyelash even intentionally buying him tight shirts and scarfs to hide his soft face under. It’s been many turns since he has been addressed as anything other than
himself but he still finds himself walking a tightrope. Checking his appearance, carefully carrying himself in ways that he thinks look masculine.
Raised in Western Weyr, Loctius stands as a candidate. Seeing his mother and Shalbyath become threadscored, with looks fo dark worry clouding their face he couldn’t be more motivated to Stand. Thread is an entity to conquer and he must do his part.He privately wonders if he’s his own blockade to impression. Terrified if upon impressing their dragon may address them as Lalyrel… as it was the name they were “born” with. He knows that dragons see into one’s hearts… but fear can be such a silly thing like that.
Other: Loctius is the son of Nona of Shalbyath, Shoxiel is his foster brother.
Loctius has a blue firelizard named Capek. Shoxiel had found a wild firelizard clutch on the beach. They both impressed a flitter from the angry babble of babies feeding them their lunch from their pockets. Capek is about four turns old and growing more ornery with everyone. He shrieks to be wrapped in a blanket and carried even though his wings and legs work perfectly fine. It’s incredibly endearing until you need to get work done.
Art:
HereCandidate Specific Questions
Do you want them to have an official Search RP? No
Do you understand they will age every passing year regardless if you're there to RP the or not? Yes
Do you want them to have a possible Stands Impression? No
Reply
